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			 He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
 No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.  
	 He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
 No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. 
		
 
	
			 And all to leave what with his toil he won,
 To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.  
	 And all to leave what with his toil he won,
 To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. 
		
 
	
			 To kill a relative of whom you are tired is one thing. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is read more 
	 To kill a relative of whom you are tired is one thing. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is a genuine pleasure. 
		
 
	
			 A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him read more 
	 A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair. 
		
 
	
			 If you want to see what your friends and family think of you, die broke, and see who comes to read more 
	 If you want to see what your friends and family think of you, die broke, and see who comes to your funeral. 
		
 
	
			 What's ill-got scarce to a third heir descends,
 Nor wrongful booty meets with prosperous ends.
  [Lat., De read more 
	 What's ill-got scarce to a third heir descends,
 Nor wrongful booty meets with prosperous ends.
  [Lat., De male quaesitis vix gaudet tertius paeres,
   Nec habet eventus sordida praeda bonos.]